A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews. I know understanding what happened in the last chapter was a bit hard in terms of why Ted gave up and went to Kristen and why Noah kind of just blurted out the question at the end to Randy. To start with, Ted wasn't in love with Noah either, he loved her but deep down, that spark was missing. And Noah, didn't want anything between her and Randy to go further before she knew what had happened with Sam. Not wanting infidelity on either her or Randy's part, she needs to know where Sam is. She needs to know what Randy is feeling. But anyway, thanks again for the reviews and keep reading. Enjoy XxX
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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Randy's shoulders were straight and pulled back as he stared at me, his tongue wandering inside his closed lips, passing over his teeth. I tilted my head to the side, observing him, curious as to what was going on in that head of his. Randy leaned back, his lower back braced against the table where the hotel phone sat, his fingers curling around the hard edge of the desk.
His arms flexed inside the jacket of his suit from the tension his grip on the desk was creating. I sighed and stood up, walking deliberately slow towards him, the tail end of my dress sliding along the soft carpet of the hotel room. My height lowered by four inches, I barely reached his shoulders, and I looked up at him, pressing my lips into a line.
"Do you want me Randy?" I asked, pressing myself closer to him, feeling the material of his suit, scrape against the bare skin of my arms and shoulders. Lifting my arms, I placed them around his neck, sliding them through the sparse hairs along the back of his head.
My breasts were crushed against his chest, my hips pressing down against his pelvis as I smiled at him, batting my eyelashes. His hands came away from the desk, sliding around my waist, one running up the length of my back, tugging at the dress from the back. His tongue slipped out, the tip running along his lower lip, wetting it. I watched the tip of his tongue drag along his lower lip, before he gave a little imperceptible nod. Nodding back I leaned up, my lips hovering over his own, just touching lightly but not enough to create any pleasure.
"Then tell me the truth" I darted my tongue out, licking the outer edge of his lips with the tip of my tongue before pulling back and dropping my arms, ceasing all contact with him, my lips twitching into a partial look.
After what seemed like hours but at the most was a few minutes, he gave a little shrug "I don't know where she is" lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes over "I...I..."
"What do you mean you don't know where she is? She's your fianc..."
"No!" his eyes flew open "She's not my fiancee. Don't say that Noah. When I told you, I refused to let you walk out of my life, I meant it. There's not a chance of that ever happening. And I made sure of it. I told Sam it was her that had to go, you meant more to me than she ever did".
"And I assume she didn't take it well?". He raised his eyebrows at me, his tongue flicking out of one corner of his mouth.
"Is that the understatement of the century?" he replied rhetorically. I sighed and turned my back on him, starting to walk back to the sofa but he grasped my shoulders, stepping forward, his muscled front pressing up against my back. I went rigid, my back arching away from him as I felt his breath ghost over my bare skin "But that doesn't change a thing. I do want you Noah, and I intend to have you, forever, and there's nothing you can do to change that" his voice dropped a few octaves before his mouth closed around a tendon in my neck, nipping lightly with his teeth before soothing the wound with his tongue. My head dropped to the side, and I shivered as he pulled my hair back, his mouth becoming more insistent.
"Wh...when did...you...Sam...go?" I stuttered out, not able to make my sentences string together in an understandable fashion.
"She's not been here since before your scripted injury. It was the night I confronted you about the scripts, when you said I'd made my choice. And there was nothing you could do to make me change it" he spoke, his lips pressing butterfly kisses up the side of my throat "Mmmm...well...it didn't need changing. My mind was always on you". I hissed softly after a particularly painful nip to my skin. One of his hands moved along my shoulder, pushing the lace ebony flower strap down. It slipped down, hanging loosely across my arm, giving him more skin to lick and kiss.
Lips moving down along the back of my shoulders, his fingers gripping the zip of my dress, tugging it down before parting the fabric, slipping his warm fingers inside, tracing along my ribs and gripping my sides.
He pushed the tulle and lace apart further, the material falling around my hips, only being held up by the loose strap. Underneath the dress, I was wearing a beige and light pink lace and silk half corset, the end coming to rest half way down my stomach, held closed with a series of hook and eye clips as the front.
I heard Randy growl from behind me, swearing under his breath before he voiced his thoughts.
"You really have no idea how fucking beautiful you are". His hands smoothed down my sides, fingers fiddling with the bottom of the corset, his words and hot breath making me soak my panties in anticipation of what was to come.
Sex with Randy had always been off the scale wild. There were two ways to do things, 'make love' and then there was 'fucking'. Both were equally as good, but fucking brought out Randy's raw side, his thirst for dominance and passion, hunger and pure lust. He was in a fucking mood at the moment and my insides clenched with the promise of what was to come.
His lips continued moving down, his tongue trailing a path down my spine, making my breath hitch in my throat. His fingers gripped my sides as he knelt to the floor, his hands pushing me forward, my body bending slightly in order to bring me closer to him. Licking a path down my back, he traced my dragon tattoo, murmuring about how sexy it was and the things he wanted to do to me.
I felt his fingers tug at the dress which was hanging around my hips. Wiggling my hips, the dress came away, sliding to the floor and with Randy's help, I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side, far too turned on to worry about it.
Moving back up, he ducked his head under my arm, his lips coming around as he peppered them up along my stomach, tasting the underside of the flesh below the corset. Arching my back away from him as he stood up, he pushed me forward with his chest and I stumbled into the room, his hands on my hips, keeping me steady, guiding me to the desk in the corner. Behind it, upon the wall stood a vintage guild iron mirror and I looked at our reflections staring back at us.
"Hands on the desk, don't move" Randy's voice took on an authoritative aura to it. Placing my palms flat on the desk, I stuck my hips out, wiggling them at him, wincing as I felt a sharp slap to my backside from his palm. He raised an eyebrow at me through the mirror and I dropped my eyes to the desk in front of me. I heard the rustle of his jacket and shirt being removed as well as his shoes and socks. My eyes lifted every now and then, watching him underess in the mirror, my mouth drying up inside as I took in the familiar torso and even more defined abs and chest muscles covered by the glowing tanned skin. His large arms flexed and tensed as he moved, the tattoos drawing my eyes to them, raking over the designs, envoking the urge for me to trace every path along them with my tongue and teeth.
Moving closer to me, his chest pressed up against my back, his hands cupping my shoulders, stroking the edge of my collarbone with his thumbs. Pulling my shoulders back, one hand moved up, tugging at my hair, pulling it back gently till my neck was arched and my head was pointing up. Moving his head around, he pressed his lips to my throat, his eyes meeting mine through the mirror.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, Noah. Look at us in the mirror" he murmured in between pressing kisses to my neck, licking over the small lump which bobbed in my throat. My eyes moving to the mirror, my head still tilted back, looking on as Randy continued pressing intermittent kisses to my throat, before his eyes met mine through the reflecting glass once more, a sly smile coming over his face "I don't think you actually know what you do to me. Watching you prance about backstage in those really tiny shorts and skimpy tops, flashing your flesh for everyone to see. I don't like knowing there is something I can't have. When you left St Louis, it wasn't that bad, I knew it was best, we both wanted different things and as much as it hurt to lose you, you weren't around to tease the shit out of me, so I moved on. But when you...when you came back, well boy did that fucking change".
Randy's fingers had begun to move down now, hands cupping my breasts and squeezing them in his hands through the corset before walking a path down the hook and eye clips, tugging at the bottom, seperating the material, revealing my bare skin to his burning eyes. My breasts tumbled out of the corset, boucing into view, the cool air in the room making my nipples harden instantly. Dropping the corset to the floor, Randy's hands moved back, cupping my breasts and caressing the mounds of flesh, pulling them up and rolling them in his hands, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipples earning a moan from me.
"Mhmmmm...you like that huh?" not waiting for me to nod before squeezing them again. "When you came back, the first thought through my head was 'what the fuck are you doing here?' and the next was how fucking gorgeous you looked. I thought you'd come back to see me, but when I realised you were going to be wrestling, I took the oppurtunity to suggest to Paul that you should turn on them" my breath hitched in my throat as he said this "I told them your character needed development and who better to work with that the most complex character in all of the WWE. It was a mutual decision for your benefit. Oh but having you work with me was hell disguised. Watching you and Ted together made me so angry, but I wanted you in my life. Having grown used to not having you and then to have even just a little bit of you was ecstasy. So I watched from the sidelines as you and Ted became a couple, loved one another. But then, I couldn't do it anymore" his hands left my breasts and slid down my stomach, tugging at the bar-bell through my navel "Your smell was too sweet. My need for you grew and grew, I was always thinking about you, even when I was with Sam..."
"Randy..."I moaned softly, lifting my palms to try and touch him. In an instant he had forced my hands back down, his glare meeting my eyes.
"I told you not to move!" he snapped "Ssshhh...Do you know what its like to see something and you can't have it? No matter what you do, its always just out of your reach. It's like putting a lone man in a burning desert and placing a cool lake behind a glass wall. Teasing him with forbidden fruit. Its the worst feeling in the world. Only coming second to having a taste and then having it taken away from you" fingertips began to play with the lacy waistband of the light pink and beige silk and lace thong which matched my corset. His fingers slipped inside the material, touching my bare flesh, slipping down, fingers tickling my skin. I hissed a breath as his fingers parted the outer lips of my pussy, slipping one long finger inside of me. I moaned softly, Randy pressing his lips back against the side of my neck, nipping at the jucture between my neck and shoulder. I clenched my thighs together, hearing him growl as my walls closed around his digit tighter.
Pulling his hand from my soaked panties, he dragged his fingertips up my body, bringing his fingers to his nose, smelling them and moaning lowly.
"So wet, you smell so sweet...taste even better" he pressed his mouth against my ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of ear after sucking his finger into his mouth.
My body went rigid, a zap of electricity shooting up my spine as I let out a desperate moan.
Randy's sly smile turned into an evil smirk, his eyes darkening, pupils blown with lust. His hands moved around, cupping my bare ass in his hands, squeezing the round globes before smacking each cheek with his hands. Wincing, my body rocked forward against the table, my palms still lying flat against the desk. Randy grasped the string of my thong in fingers, tugging and pulling it down over my ass and thighs. I parted my legs as he tugged it down, stepping out of it one leg at a time. Seeing Randy stand up, he smiled as he put the ruined thong in the pocket of his trousers.
I closed my eyes, taking a breath of the cool air that was in the room, trying in vain to get my body to calm down. My insides were quivering from the tension of trying to keep my body still and not turn around and throw him to the floor before fucking his brains out.
The sound of the zipper being pulled down broke the silence in the room, heavy panting breaths the only other noise. My body froze as I felt the smooth tip of Randy's cock come into contact with my wet folds. Pressing back against him to get more friction, my eyes widened as he slid inside me in one swift thrust. Gripping the edge of the desk, I sobbed with relief as Randy picked up a quick pace, his thrusts hitting every deep spot inside me.
His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet his rough strokes, the sound of his balls slapping off my ass only served to make my body quiver even more. The desk rocked against the wall, banging with every thrust of Randy's. Slowing his pace, he tortured me with hard, slow thrusts, before re-thinking the pace and increasing his speed once more. His fingers held a bruising gip on my hips. my body arching back into his, my neck bending back over his shoulder. I turned my head, my lips meeting his in a forceful kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth and curling around my own.
His thrusts became almost brutal and our kiss broke apart as I was rocked harder against the desk, the wooden front digging into my thighs. The crest rose within me and Randy rode it perfectly, finding that special spot within me. Crying out as he hit it once, twice and then three times before I fell over the edge, my body sagging with release, his thrusts still coming harder than before. About 5 or 6 thrusts later and his body went rigid and I felt him release himself inside me, jets of hot liquid coating my insides, some dripping down my thighs. All of the energy left my body and I was only able to manage a whisper of his name before I fell forward on the desk, my elbows holding me up, Randy's chest coming to rest against my back, as my body heaved with the exertion.
My legs almost gave way had it not been for Randy's grip on me. As we recovered, the silence in the room was defeaning until I let out a small giggle.
"What's so funny?" he asked, his lips mouthing the words against the sweaty skin of my back.
"I was just thinking, maybe we should move before Cody comes back". I smiled as Randy let out an unattractive gaffaw before standing up, pulling out of me and I winced slightly. He apologised but I just turned around with his help and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Slipping his arms around me, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried me through to his room, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.
END OF CHAPTER
A/N2: Well, I hope you liked it, wasn't easy to write. Feedback would be awesome. Thanks XxX
